dan
phil texts me sometime around two in the morning, two days after we're driving around town. he just says hi, and i reply with what's wrong. then he calls me.
"hi." i say when i answer. the other end of the line is silent for a second.
"hi dan." he's been crying, you can tell by the crack in his voice when he says dan. it's like d-an.
"phil, what's wrong?" i whisper.
"i'm just sad and it's really stupid that i'm even calling you because you hardly know me, let alone would care that i'm blaming myself for the falling apart of my ex relationship." he starts crying softly and i'm out of my house in a few short minutes.
i don't tell phil that i'm on my way over, i just let him talk about it. as i'm pulling in, i tell him to let me in.
"what?"
"i'm here, outside. let me in." i hear him getting out of bed and quickly walking through the house. the door unlocks and i'm face to face with him.
we hang up.
we're quiet until he leads me inside.
